Volmerian Dreams

A New Assignment

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6:20 pm.

After a silent walk through the condominium's labyrinthine corridors, he leads me to yet another condo, this time situated in the secluded east wing.

With a curt gesture, he opens the door for me, his departure marked by the echo of his retreating footsteps.

Alone in my new, new home, I deposit my belongings onto the counter, my attention consumed by the mesmerizing view beyond the window.

Stumbling towards the expansive glass pane, I am greeted by the sight of the most breathtaking beach I have ever laid eyes on.

Perched on the edge of the city, this condominium boasts a backyard that stretches out into the vast expanse of the ocean, the waves lapping gently against the shore in a soothing rhythm.

Sinking to my knees, I rest my hands on my thighs and press my forehead against the cool glass, transfixed by the shimmering expanse of water before me.

In this moment, I realize that this may be the closest I will ever come to experiencing the ocean again—a bittersweet reminder of the life I once knew, now a distant memory in the face of my uncertain future.

As I peer out the window, a rush of contemplation washes over me, prompted by the recent events that have transpired – particularly the accidental death of my master.

Blame doesn't entirely rest on my shoulders; how could I have foreseen his imminent duel the following morning?

Moreover, my actions were purely in self-defense; he was forcing himself upon me, leaving me with little choice in the matter.

Before I can delve deeper into the complexities of my past misfortune, my mind veers towards the recurring figure in my dreams – the soldier whose presence looms in my subconscious.

This enigmatic man, whom I've only recently encountered, remains nameless to me. Yet, why do I find solace in visions of him, despite his role in abducting me and thrusting me into this new existence?

Anxiety grips me as I recall my surroundings – I find myself once again in the unfamiliar quarters of another unknown soldier.

It's likely that this soldier desires similar things to the one before him.

With a resigned sigh, I lean my head against the cold glass, bracing myself for the inevitable servitude I'll be expected to offer whoever enters through that door.

I drift into the realm of slumber, hoping to rendezvous with the soldier once more.

Just as sleep begins to claim me, a subtle click echoes from the door, accompanied by the familiar resonance of a deep, comforting voice.

"Human?" the voice inquires, followed by a series of heavy thuds as items meet the floor.

Thunderous footsteps draw nearer, prompting me to slowly pry open my heavy lids.

A pair of hands alight on my shoulders, their touch imbued with concern. "What are you doing here?" the deep voice queries, laden with worry.

As my vision clears, the figure before me crystallizes – it's the soldier from my dreams, my captor. And strangely, I find solace in his presence.

With a lazy stretch, I prop myself up. "Oh, hello," I yawn, my words trailing off sleepily. "Are you my new assignment?" I inquire, my arms reaching out languidly.